It’s been nearly five years since we brought Mia home from the hospital. Time has taught me that the teeny tiny little baby that was stuck in the NICU for the beginning of her life wasn’t meant to stay so meek and small. Mia is always battling with her brother to take the lead, even though she’s about half his size.
Milo is my silent warrior. He’s so much like Gabriel that sometimes I have to blink a few times to recognize the difference between my son and my mate. Milo gets this wicked grin on his face whenever he’s about to do something that he knows he’s not supposed to. It’s completely out of character for him to be naughty, but that smirk always gives him away immediately.
Mia and Milo aren’t at all like I imagined twins would be. In stories and movies that I’ve seen, twins sh
